[Intro]
X this motherfucka slap
This that, four Glocks in the whip
Bounce out trippin' if the mops on they shit
I know karma is a bitch matter of time before it sit
If the police get behind us don't be driving like you sick
And before they pull us over we'll kick one on they ass
Thinkin' 'bout the things that I done did up in the past
Damn I miss my niggas, I can't cry so I'ma laugh
Do it get better in the end? Lord that's all I gotta ask
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Tryna ease my mind 'cause if I don't then that's a homicide
Took my lil' brother from me, left a nigga traumatized
I can see the hope when I be lookin' in my mama eyes
Gotta keep that pistol, I won't let 'em make my mama cry
Devil on my back, I can feel someone controlling me
Glock like my bitch and that bitch a take a soul for me
Pray I make it out this life, one day, hopefully
BIP Tu, I can feel you watching over me
God, why you taking everybody that's so close to me?
I want my niggas with me this is not how it's supposed to be
Smoke to ease my pain, I wish lil' bro could smoke this dope with me
Nigga ain't no folding me, bitch it ain't no ho in me
Barely even speak, I sit back and I just think a lot
Been going through some thangs all that pain made me chief a lot
Niggas wanna see me on that tee so I keep a Glock
Late nights talkin' to lil' bro, told 'em keep a spot
X this motherfucka slap
This that, four Glocks in the whip
Bounce out trippin' if the mops on they shit
I know karma is a bitch matter of time before it sit
If the police get behind us don't be driving like you sick
And before they pull us over we'll kick one on they ass
Thinkin' 'bout the things that I done did up in the past
Damn I miss my niggas, I can't cry so I'ma laugh
Do it get better in the end? Lord that's all I gotta ask
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Tryna ease my mind 'cause if I don't then that's a homicide
Took my lil' brother from me, left a nigga traumatized
I can see the hope when I be lookin' in my mama eyes
Gotta keep that pistol, I won't let 'em make my mama cry
Devil on my back, I can feel someone controlling me
Glock like my bitch and that bitch a take a soul for me
Pray I make it out this life, one day, hopefully
BIP Tu, I can feel you watching over me
God, why you taking everybody that's so close to me?
I want my niggas with me this is not how it's supposed to be
Smoke to ease my pain, I wish lil' bro could smoke this dope with me
Nigga ain't no folding me, bitch it ain't no ho in me
Barely even speak, I sit back and I just think a lot
Been going through some thangs all that pain made me chief a lot
Niggas wanna see me on that tee so I keep a Glock
Late nights talkin' to lil' bro, told 'em keep a spot
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